[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/alJBIiG3D5EZO/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] On the Open Sea (W25)
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English, Lamgarga[/center][hr]

Colette nodded her understanding and took her position, holding the Lamga in her hand. She knew the weapon itself was more defensive, but she also knew Regalia was wielding a sword. It was best if Colette made the first move and be more defensive from then on. She was certain she would probably be bested, but she would prove herself none the less. It even thrilled her to be training again.

Colette stepped forward, lashing out with the Lamga at Regalia's legs. The woman parried her attack with her sword and pushed her back. Colette caught herself but was pushed a few feet away. She looked back at the woman, waiting for the next move. Her mind was free now. Free of worry about where they were going. Worry about Millicent or Fyror. Or her future. In battle, her mind was focused on the task at hand. Even if it was merely training.